My words are plain, they tell it true,
No fancy coat, no sweet-talk brew.
I speak my mind, what's real and right,
From morning sun to deepest night.
A king or dustman, it's the same,
My honest tongue will speak its name.
No favor sought, no fear I hold,
My truth is more than silver, gold.
It cost me much, this steady way,
Lost praise and status, day by day.
But deep within, I know it's best,
To put my honest heart to test.
For dust we are, and dust we'll be,
Beneath the earth, for all to see.
But honesty, the old tales say,
Will live and breathe, come what may.
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